I Can Use Figurative Language

One day, I was walking down the street to meet my friends. It was winter and the snow looked like a white blanket. I started to walk faster because it was getting late. As I reached my friends house, the sun waved goodbye as fell below the horizon. I walked in the house and Johnson’s eyes were ice as he stared at me as I tracked snow through the house. I did not like the look and I left. It later turned out that he was a mean boy and did not like people and would be a horrible friend to all that he met.

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